My daughter Rebecca writes wonderful poetry. This one, Impact, is a warning to all drivers at this time of year:
To her story of such pain?
So happy and free.
She doesn't shed a tear.
Was taken away?
Grow happy and old?
Was just one last kiss.
As his body hit the car.
By his last words and screams.
Her boy was almost dead.
Of all her hurt and pain?
Before going to find your car?
-Tim Rollings, Newpound Lane, Wisborough Green
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